Page 29 - Your Extravagant Kindness

Psalm 18

You are my strength, Holy One,
I adore you.

The Holy One is my Ground of Being,

my Stronghold, my Rescuer.

Godde, my Strength and Refuge,

your name is the sound of my salvation,
you shield me, you are my safe haven.

Praise the Holy One, my Saviour!

Nearly entangled in death's bonds,
destructive torrents threatened me,

oppressive Sheol encircled me
deathlike paralysis nearly finished me.

In distress, I called to the Holy One;

I cried to my Godde for help.
Within the holy sanctuary,
my Saviour heard my voice.

The earth trembled, it quaked,
the foundations of the mountains shook
with Godde's emotion.

The Holy One's exhalation was smoke,
Godde's breath, a devouring flame.

As fiercely as a dragon, the Eternal parted the heavens
and descended, dark clouds beneath
Godde rode the cherubim, soaring, wings on the wind.

The Eternal made darkness into a screen;
thunderclouds were Godde's pavilion.